At Last We Are Free–The Redemption of Our Earthly Bodies
As I stare into the mirror, I see objectively—sans ego—a weathered face that has endured seventy-two summers and winters. I see a body that is betraying the ghost that moves this pen. Each day, each hour, each minute, time seems to abrade my exterior with debilitating constancy. The apostle warns us of this betrayal, this…











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